Another Cotton Dress

Porch Lights

you’re too wanted for me to want you
too desired for my desire

you’re too fickle for me to keep you
you’re too fragile for my hands

you’re like vapor for me to hold to
you’re too pursued for my pursuit

so good luck with your boys and your streetlight eyes
good luck filling the void of your night after night

I know that you mean well with your heart scattered well
watching it get passed around and around
but me I won’t touch it, I’ll just let it pass by
never sought justice from a thief or a liar

you’re another cotton dress on a church pew, babe
another pair of steady eyes that I don’t care to see
just another thin frame with some fitted clothes
just another painted face on some busy street
holding all your lovers hands, and I will keep mine in my pockets

so good luck with your boys and your streetlight eyes
good luck filling the void of your night after night
I hope love finds you if there’s something left to find
and offers you the patience that to me’s not worth a dime

cause you’re too wanted for me to want you
too desired for my desire